First off, I apologize to my friends and roleplay partners who've been left hanging. Any desire to cancel old threads is completely understandable.

I've been struggling with a serious health issue the past several months. There was a long period where things would seem to improve only to relapse, delaying things further. All that aside, just wanted to let people know I'm around again and to contact me via PM or Trillian - ironsoldier, if anyone wants to get things going again.

Just play This Song Here while reading this promo. I'm breaking immersion while doing this, yes. And I never do this! But I had to do this, ya know? It was too good to pass up. I'm sure Tat will this but fuck it! Gangstas don't dance, they lean wit it. I'm a veteran dammit! I can do what I want!

"It's gone... It's all gone..." Kelly Conway, the former Friction Champion, the inaugural world cup tournament winner, the American hero, sat on the announcers table with her elbows on her knees and her hands under her chin as she watched AFW contracted construction workers with a small excovator and bulldozer off to the side of the entrance stage, clean up crews, P.A's pick apart the burned remains of the Friction ring that had been burned to a crisp by that hooded, masked woman!

Kelly was visibly saddned and gave a deep sigh as she watched the thing be picked apart. It was like watching a holy place being burned. Well, if anyone was going to do it, she wanted it to be her, but still! The sight of the same ring that she had spent YEARS in with blood, sweat and tears. Her worst losses and greatest victories, she watched the ring go from the first thing you saw coming down the entrance ramp, to a smoldering pile of ash with melted metal molded inside of it. The anti-fire system in the arena, saved the fans and the venue but the damage to the ring was done. They were going to need a new one.

That worst part however, was Kelly's ass kicking on live TV. Even though it was a sneak attack, it was beyond humiliating to be beaten up by some random person. But she couldn't have been any average jane. Her kicks were brutal and she had enough skill to fend off Nikolette and AFW security.

Kelly sighed again, a deep frown still across her face until someone out the corner of her eye appeared with a microphone and a camera behind her.

"Miss Conway! We just witnessed a crazed fan jump the rails and burn down the ring, what d-" The woman began to say before Kelly grabbed the mic, shoved her aside and stood in front of the camera."RUINED! EVERYTHING IS RUINED! Our precious ceremony to introduce the new Friction World Cup event ruined by some crazy kid from hot topic! This... This is a tragedy! A disaster! I was blindly attacked by this coward on national tv! Look at my face! My pretty face got whipped by a chain!" Kelly said as she pointed at the clear red trail left between her eyes to her right cheek.

"HOODIE GIRL! Your letters GRK probably stand for Gonorrhea.... R-.... Rabies and uh... CKrabs! Yeah. And when I find you, I will personally see that you pay for what you've done to AFW property, MY FACE and... And... Kelly shouted to the camera before going to retrieve her burned up American flag.

"Even my flag! Even my favorite flag was burned, you fucking edgelord! Nobody interrupts the celebration of the event that put Kelly Conway on the map or destroys our sacred ring! When I find you, I'm gonna put you in the hospital with a broken freakin' shoulder!" Kelly shouted at the camera as she mourned her flag before returning to the camera."AND I HAVE MORE TO SAY!"

Kelly did have more to say, and was probably going to keep saying it but for the sake of everyone still on TV watching the carnage unfold, the blonde was about to be interrupted by an old foe. Fury of the Storm played over the speakers left at the top of the stage as Adrian Kytes came down to get in her face, with a referee, ring bell and AFW Hardcore Championship belt in tow. "Hey Kelly!" She yelled, trying to get her attention if the music hadn't. "Aren't you forgetting something asshole?" the brunette barked, it was her turn to ruin someone's camera time.

"W-What!?" Kelly gasped into the mic for all the fans to hear as she turned her head to the entrance stage. "WHAT?!!?" She squawked as she saw Adrian, coming down the ramp with the hardcore title, a ref and a ring bell!

"NOW!?" Kelly exclaimed before pointing at the rubble. "W-We don't have a ring, you idiot!" Kelly cried as she began to search around the time keepers area for a weapon!

Adrian wasn't preterbed as she handed both the title belt and the ring bell to the referee she'd brought with her. "Yes now dickweed!" She declared pointing her finger square at Kelly. "This is the Hardcore title, remember. You said you'd fight me for tonight, and no ring doesn't mean backsies!" she said to the cheers of the crowd, but not the construction crew who were trying to repair things still. "So we're fighting, right now. IN THIS VERY ARENA!" She shouted, giving one last thumbs up to the camera before diving at Kelly, fists flying.